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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Bombshellkit was rather late, like always.
Her deep, copper eyes traveled the gathered felines, little interest glistening within her gaze. "So what's going on?" She shrilly inquired, head cocked to one side as she innocently blinked towards the more respected cats. Did they have to leave, or not?
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"You all are overreacting! She did the rabbit a favor." The beholder of the voice stepped forward, snap gaze studying the hunter and the prey with great interest. Why were most of the other spectators revolted by the act? Nimbuskit was simply killing out of favor, or at least that was how it appeared to Bombshellkit. To the copper-eyed femme, such a spectacular prize should be praised, not criticized, it was all so confusing.
"I mean, that is just so cool! You killed something...!"
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Bombshellpaw, previously deemed as Bombshellkit, approached with a strange caution. Her almost red eyes were glazed with a sort of curious wonder, refrained by a certain in debt fear that ride within almost every feline's heart. The yellowish she-cat stopped, watching both dogs with a great amount of uncertainty. Questions swam in circles within her head, yet she forced them back, obviously attempting to regain her posh and airy demeanor. "I'd like to watch," The daughter of Badromance announced with a puffed chest.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]A sandy face watched the with great hesitation, the expanse of land that separated ThunderClan and ShadowClan. A rosy tongue poked from thin lips, gently refreshing them as she 'licked her chops'. The girl's stomach sounded, low and subtle, resembling that of a stirring monster. Hr copper gaze was locked upon not only the grassy terrain, but a brown creature with a poofy tail.
And that was when she saw him. One could call it genuine curiosity as Bombshellpaw's steely gaze fell upon the ThunderClan passerby, and in a mere moment, she was completely exposed, small head cocked to the side. "Whatcha doing?" She inquired in an airy manner, watching with faint distaste as her previous thought-of-prey scampered away. "I mean, you are really, really close to the ShadowClan border."
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Display Name;; Desiree.
Characters Name;; Bombshellpaw.
Events;; 200 meter dash, eating competition, and sock hop.
The sandy colored apprentice approached the cougar with great excitement, a little bit more spring within her already rather bouncy step. "I'd like to enter the dash, the eating competition, and the sock hop," She exclaimed with great pride. For a little thing, she could definitely pack away a lot of food.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]The sandy apprentice removed herself from the apprentice den, a somewhat cocky smile positioned upon her slender maw. The small girl cast her copper gaze around the somewhat bustling den, thin tail waving with much nonchalance threw the spring air. She was rather bored and mentorless, and so a teach presented itself to her, she could have to merely sit around like an idiot. "Hello, who wants to chat?" She called lightly, head cocked to one side as she slid to the ground, paws curling under her torso.
"Because I'm sooooo bored!"
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Bombshellpaw took a long moment to study the biters to her invitation. One seemed comfortable with the entire situation, but another was facaded with something deeper, something she was not in the mood to explore. "So you guys have any mentors yet?" She inquired with a batted eyelid, shifting her position so that she lie, solely upon her curly stomach. "I don't have one, and I thought, by doing this, I could find one. But I'm not going to accept the first cat that offers, I want high quality, top of the food chain!" The daughter of the regal Badromance chided with great enthusiasm, a throaty purr echoing her rather silky words.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]The sandy female glared a bit too ominously into the silent, SunClan territory. Her paws moved slowly, carrying her across the border and into her home away from home. There was vague memories tied to this place, ones in which were locked up, deep within her mind, shrouded by that of another identity. Bombshellpaw paused, wincing as a pang of pain took residence within her mind. A wave of memories caught her, but she could not recall a single one, they vanished like usual.
Not until that very moment did the daughter of Badromance, reincarnation of Starbucks, realize that she was indeed trespassing.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]Stuck in a dream like state, the sandy colored apprentice merely fixated her deep, copper gaze upon the snow leopard and the cream tabby (who looked hauntingly familiar). "I'm not trespassing on the way you think... I just feel right here, you know?" She mumbled, none of the prior, airy Bombshellpaw left within her silky and almost dazed tone.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"But I don't want to die, I think I did that already. I need to talk to someone, I heard that this clan is all spiritual with a bunch of cats who have the ability to contact spirits. I need to speak with one of them, I've been having issues and all the ShadowClanners I've encountered don't seem to have the ability," She explained lightly, quickly making up her rather valid excuse from the tales tht were wove right around her slender frame.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]ooc: the plot is beginning.
//is excited.
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She remained silent for a moment, drawing a deep breath before focusing her full and complete attention upon Spencer. "Flashbacks, I mean, and dreams. But I can never grasp them, they fade to quickly but I just feel so right here... I can't help not being here," She aired quietly, a bit uncomfortable with sharing her problems with her fellow clanners.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"Well, I'll be joining anyway so death threats aren't going to work," She sung finally, a smug smile taking residence upon her maw. She turned to Fairydust, then, quite content that a seemingly friendly face had stirred from the pit of anger she seemed to have tumbled within. "I can't always explain them... But I'm always looking at one cat, and at the end, I realize that I am that cat." Her voice wavered, caught in her throat as she explained her situation.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]For some reason, the voice in side of her mind seemed the most comforting, the one that she could openly speak too, or well think too. Figuring that he had telepathy, Bombshellpaw hoped that he would be able to read her mind. "Well usually I watch myself get killed by a loner or something, but it isn't my pelt, but I know it's me. And then sometimes, I see myself with a cat, that looks like... Um... Don't think I'm creepy, but you... And finally, me just wandering around the territory aimlessly. The others I can't remember, they are all foggy and hard to make out."
The tiny girl returned the smile before looking at Fairydust, "Simple, I know it's me. I'm going to assume that you would no your self too," She replied lightly.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"I don't know... They just appeared..." Things were beginning to become a bit overwhelming, nothing was making sense and she only wished to slide into a vacant nest and sleep. "A reincarnation? Of who? Of what? I thought I was my own self..." She mind echoed in a deflated manner, a long of sorrow taking residence upon her face.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]The lean form was adjusting to the laid back culture of SunClan and was surprisingly, enjoying it. The sandy apprentice halted beside Frostbite, her father in her previous life. In truth, he was one if the few cats in which she trusted, standing along the ranks with Icebreaker and Talisman (who she was fighting to adjust too). "Hi," The reincarnation of Starbucks sweetly murmured, her copper gaze falling upon the enforcer. A happy delight danced within her twin optics, something that did not reside there when she was Starbucks.
"I'm Bombshellpaw if you didn't know."
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"What are those things?" The demanding voice of Bombshellpaw inquired, approaching the form of Stellarpaw slowly. She had no intent upon sounding so blunt and rude, but she was naturally airy and never truly checked her words. The sandy apprentice was actually the reincarnation of Starbucks, but had not the slightest bit of knowledge that this impressionist was at her murder scene, nor was she aware of the weird bit of speech that she uttered long after Starbucks died.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"Okay cool... Now I gotta a question because I just joined. Who the hell is everybody crying about?" She had been hearing murmurs of mourning from all around, and while something deep within her new everybody was talking about Starbucks, her previous self, she still yearned to hear it from another voice.
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[justify][color=#f1e4b2]"Your fucking idiots! I am Starbucks... Or at least I think I am." Her thoughts were angry at full of frustration, a war between fleeing to the shadows and boldly displaying her true self combating upon her features. She was supposed to be under an incognito, she was supposed to be something that wasn't her. She was trying to get away from her former self. "Cool... Well wherever her spirits lurks may it be happy... Blah blah blah, Star Forest guide her, help her find a new body and eventually rejoin SunClan... The typical, right?" There were many rumors that floated around ShadowClan during her residency, and she had accumulated quite a few of them. Hopefully she wouldn't have to explain who she truly was, as she was still unsure that she was the previous deceased Starbucks.
But she had her memories right?
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[justify]Her copper gaze was fixated with a great amount of intent upon her dainty paws. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts though, and while her calm and seemingly placid expression didn't expose it, she was pondering about her previous life. Bombshellpaw was figuring what she would like if she bore Starbucks's paws, or tail, or legs, or anything. Would she be any different? Would her fellow clanmates pity and despise her? A shudder coursed down her spine and the daughter of Badromance curled into a rather tight ball, thin tail resting upon her sandy nose.
She had only told one other living soul that she was Starbucks, or at least she assumed herself to be, but the apprentice was rather certain that Frostbite knew as well, they did have a small, mental conversation when she joined. A soft sigh escaped her body then, and she escaped her tight ball, rolling upon her back and allowing the curly, stomach hairs to absorb some of the weak sunlight that filtered threw the dirty and cracked windowpane.
Where was he anyways? Wasn't Frostbite supposed to be some super hero that was everywhere? Wasn't he her father? Figuratively, anyways. Bombshellpaw wanted, no, needed to speak to him, to learn more about herself so she wouldn't be able to expose anymore information. She didn't want to be the keeper she was previously, she wanted higher things, things of great magnificence. But that all depended on how she reacted, how she went about within everyday life and she wouldn't be able to do such thing without information.
And that was why she needed Frostbite.
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